04.11.2004., četvrtak

VOICES FROM NATURE VII

VOICES FROM NATURE VII

By the field’s edge we grew
Long time undisturbed
Edged by ploughing
Observed the breaking clods.
Long time looked over
A distant edged distance
Watched the sowing,
The reaping,
The ploughing,
The sowing
And all the time
About our trunks
Grew a deeper green
Than we’d ever seen.
Creeping up
Stealthily,
Slowly,
Slowly,
Suffocating.